Chapter 887 (1/2)

Lothar didn't know where he was. He wanted to turn around and jump back to the gap behind him, because it was more dangerous than the dark and narrow one. However, he hesitated, for the count was not sure if he would have suffered the same fate as cheese. The figure he saw during the climb was not here. Looking around, in the dark light from nowhere, he saw only a piece of barren land, and the inexplicable things growing on the land.

The justice of the fool is held in his hand, and even in this environment, the golden axe of the Tomahawk still exudes a reassuring luster. Many soldiers regard their weapons as an extension of their bodies, but Lothar always thinks that the relationship between him and the witch hunting knife in his hand is more like a partner. This time, he hopes his partner can give him more help.

The familiar roar of the lion did not come, which meant that the count was not deluded by hallucinations, at least on a magical level. In fact, when a force is stronger than magic, the world or space constructed by it that is different from reality can not be regarded as another reality. Of course, Lothar doesn't think so. Anyway, the scene in front of him doesn't make him happy. Fortunately, there is no problem with the air here. In addition to the rotten and moldy smell, his body can still get air supplement.

Out of curiosity and intelligence gathering considerations, Lothar approached the only object on the barren land. They were long black rods that looked like sticks stuck in the ground, and on these long rods were strings of grass stalks attached to them. The weaving method of the string is obviously different from the straw rope seen by the count in Salle. The straw rope here feels more like a bunch of hair, and the fibers separated and woven together are too thin to be comfortable.

He touched the object with the front end of his Tomahawk and did not move. Judging from the feeling from the Tomahawk, it is estimated that a long part of these long poles are buried deep in the ground, but I don't know whether they were artificially inserted here or grew out of the ground. Growing up? Lothar shook her head, which was a ridiculous idea. The long rods in front of her didn't look like plants or animals. How could they grow out of the ground?

The count looked around hesitantly. He could see that the long pole on the ground looked like a road, guiding him in a certain direction. But that would certainly make him further and further away from the gap. It is not a wise decision to stay away from it now. Besides, he didn't believe that cheese would disappear so easily. Now he thought that the grey robe might have discovered that the situation was wrong and cut the rope. Maybe it was the right choice to jump into the crack. However, Lothar was not sure how much of the speculation was correct.

Just as he was hesitating, a glimmer of light in the corner of his eye caught the count's attention. It was a personal figure, a figure he was very familiar with, a figure that should never have appeared here. ”Helen?” Rosa's voice was strange because of the tightening of her throat. He never thought he would see his daughter here. What's more, the Helen he saw seemed to be older than the five-year-old girl he remembered. She looked like she was about ten years old.

But a little change in appearance doesn't make a father recognize his daughter. He was sure that the man standing on the road separated by the long pole area was Helen. So, is this a trap? Magic can construct false appearance and even false body, and things beyond magic can certainly be. Lothar had good reason to believe that the man in front of him was just some kind of existence disguised as his daughter's appearance, or an illusion in his mind. But when Helen's figure approached, and her whole body radiated warm soft light, he felt confused.

”Helen?” The count asked again, and this time he was answered.

”Abba, it's me.” As soon as the name ”a-pa” comes out, Lothar's expression changes. Because this name is a special name for father in lost heart Bay area, which is not used by Cangshi, but also by Helen in private. If Helen in front of her eyes was an illusion, she could steal the count's memory, otherwise she would never have called it.

”Where is this? What's Dad doing here? ” With the appearance of 10-year-old Helen, she looked around with a puzzled expression. Originally, Lothar thought that this illusion must be to lead him to a deeper place, but now it seems that the other side is as confused as he is about the present situation. Once again, the count began to doubt the existence of identity.